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 Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 12:00 am
All right folks, I've decided to get my RP set up. And once we have a few people we can go ahead and start.
1. Index
2. Rules
4. History
3. Races
5. Profile
6. Characters
7. White/Black list
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 12:02 am
Rules
Most of the rules that I usually put up seem a little redundant, since this guild is made for people who can be intelligent.
1. No Godmoding or Auto-hitting. My character is ALL-POWERFUL, but I won't abuse it. Don't piss him off.
2. Violence is acceptable, just as long as it is reasonable, and fits in with the story. I don't want to see people just trying to hack each other apart.
3. Romance is encouraged, but not necessary for the story. If someone doesn't want romance, then leave them alone about it. All types are acceptable- Het, Yaoi, or Yuri. We take them all
4. Pre-Mades are available, so ask if you would like one.
5. Try to use a race from the story line, but if you really want to, I might be persuaded to let you use something else.
6. Post your 'profiles' in this thread, and after I add them to the characters list, I will delete the post.
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 12:03 am
History
The world of Dranoa was created by the two God's- Taern the God of light, and his brother Drokka God of Darkness. It has exsisted for many milliniums, longer than the human mind can comprehend. Taern's four children are the spirits of the planet- Craske spirit of Earth, Tset spirit of Air, Cam spirit of Fire and Masandra spirit of Water. They have watched over the world, and helped protect it from destruction. After the Great War, mankind was deemed dangerous, so the spirits seperated them. One for each of the elemnts, one for each of the God's and a group that chose to worship no deity.
As time marched on, their seperation from each other, caused them to became seperate races.
In the year of 4692, during the reign of King Stephnor Huhn, a lone man walked out of the mountains seperating their country from the Craskians. He was alone, un-armed and was unaware of where he came from. Along the side of his face was a tattoo in the shape of a dragon, and it twined around his neck and down his back. Upon arriving in the town of Loren, he learned that he was in the country of Camiria. He knew only his name, Giteone. The people of the village told him to seek help in the capital city of Camir, which lay in the center of their country. So with no knowledge, or help he began his treck to the city...perhaps his answers could be sought there.
((If you haveing any questions about the geography or people in Dranoa, just PM me and ask away.))
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 12:04 am
Races
Craskians- Those that chose to follow the spirit of Earth. They live in the Drennic mountains in between the Camirians and the Drokkans. They are a excellent weaponmasters, but choose not to dabble in the arcane. They are a stout and solid race.
Tsetians- Those that chose to follow the spirit of Air. They live in the far West, bordering the Camirians. They love imagination, and are adapt at all of the arts. Lithe and capricious they can be, but they are always one to play a game or two.
Camirians- Those that chose to follow the spirit of Fire. They live in the Central plains of Asbara. They are intersted in the mind and body. They boast the largest army on Dranoa, and the only school for the Arcane arts. Camirians are the only race to dwell in slave trade, and think very highly of themselves.
Masanians- Those that chose to follow the spirit of Water. They live in the Archipeliago to the south of the Camirians. They are loves of beauty and life, choosing to protect and heal the world. It is not unheard of for an entire family to man one ship together.
Sohans- Those that chose to follow the God of Light. They live to the north of the Camirians, in the harsh deserts. They worship live in itself, and will do all that they can to see that it continues. They are the dragon-riders, and it is considered a great honor to be selected by a dragon.
Drokkans- Those that chose to follow the God of Darkness. They live in the East, bordering the Craskians. They strive to bring death to the world, and end its exsistence.
Akians- Those that chose to follow no God or spirit. They live on an island west of the Camirians, but south of the Tsetians. They are merchants through and through, money is their religion and they worship it daily. Many assassins and spies are know to come from them.
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 12:05 am
Profile
I just want a basic feel for the character, but want to see them come alive in the RP.
Characer Name:
Age:
Sex:
Race:
Appearance sad not required)
Basic Occupation:
The Sohans and Drokkans are not allowed as a race choice, if you are curious as to why, just ask.
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 12:06 am
Characters
Gaian Name: Giteone81
Characer Name: Giteone
Age: ??
Sex: Male
Race: Appears to be Camian
Appearance: Giteone minus the wings
Basic Occupation: Wanderer
Gaian Name: Ruysomvynt
Character Name: Ruysomvynt (Roo-ee-som-vin-t)
Age: 24
Sex: Female
Race: Akian
Appearance:Ruysomvynt But with a different tattoo design that will be descried as the roleplay progresses.
Basic Occupation: A Renaissanceman (If you don't know what this means just PM me and I'll explain it)Gaian Name: miss master
Characer Name: Alice "Ryan" Narcissus
Age: Looks to be around 19 or so
Sex: Female
Race: Tsetian
Appearance:"Ryan"
Basic Occupation: Wandering story teller and artist Gaian Name: Cursed Folly
Character Name: Kyndra
Age: 16
Sex: Female
Race: Masanians
Appearance:see here!
Basic Occupation: healer in training
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 12:11 am
White List
These are the people that are always on my good side.. and have complete say when I am not around
Terrenity
Ruysomvynt
Black List
These are people who have just plain pissed me off, pretty much I don't want to see them here.
Empty
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 4:34 pm
Poorly shod feet walked down the dirt road, small clouds of dust were kicked up by the pair. The dust would hang there for a moment before settling back down to the earth, awaiting the the next traveler to tread upon it. Occassionaly a small breeze would lift a lucky dust cloud up a little higher, spreading it thinner and thinner, until it could no longer be seen. Then, as the breeze would wander away, the dust would settle back down, usually upon the traveler that belonged to the feet. A slightly tanned hand reached up and scrathed his neck, the dust settling in all the wrong, or right depending on whom you asked, places.
A bead of sweat traveled down his face as the scratch turned into a stretch. The heat was starting to wear on him, he had been traveling for three days now, and except for the cool nights, the sun blazed down unhindered by clouds. The villagers that had pointed him in this direction, had told him that it was one of the hottest summers that anyone could remember. Between the heat, the lack of rain and the dust that settled over everything, it hadn't been a good year. The village of Loren were almost grateful for the break in the mundane when he arrived, though still suspicious. And from what they had told him, he didn't blame them.
Apparently his entrance to the village had come from the direction of the Drennic Mountains, a harsh place that could only be traversed by the Craskians or a creature of power, both things that arose suspocion in the common sort. Oh they didn't mind the normal wizard, or a herb woman every now and then, it was the those that held more than their fair share of magic that bothered them.
The villagers had politely asked him about himself, trying to determine if he was planning on settling down or moving on, and seeing if either of those was a good thing or lack there of. The man had responded just as politely that his name was Giteone... and that was all, he had no recollection of anything else. After hearing that they had been moved by his plight and were anxious to help him... and just a little anxious to have him leave as well.
Telling him that he could most likely find himself a person to help him in Camir, the capital city. Giving him a small set of provisions, a even smaller purse of money, and a sword so that he could defend himself (though no one could tell if he knew how to use a sword properly, least of all Giteone). Giving him directions, and rushing him to the edge of town, the villagers went back to their hum-drum lives, whispering to each other about how good of people that they were.
Walking for the past three days was becoming a trifle boring to Giteone, and he hoped that their directions, which stated that Cam was only 4-5 days away, was correct. Putting his head down and one foot in front of the other, he plodded on, lost in his own thoughts.
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 5:22 pm
Petite, pale fingers strum gingerly across the slightly worn stings of the young girls lyre. Her voice rasing over that of the small croud that had gathered around to watch her small performance. As sweet as a lark calling out early in the breaking lights of dawn, her words crisp and clear as they rose higher and higher soon captivating everyone in her audience, along with a few random passer bys. "Will you remember the dress I wore?" her voice painting a picture in everyones mind of a soft pink dress on a girl looking much like herself. "Will you remember champagin? Will you remember the lipstick I wore? I will return here again."
Slowly she breaks off into the chorus, the look in her soft, lavender eyes is one of remeberance, and sorrow. Her own emotions drifting off her voice and into the hearts of her onlookers, her voice still drawing more to her. Finally finishing out her heart breaking song of love and loss, everyone in the crowd had tears in there eyes. Bowing gracfully the nearly white-blond hair cut short around her slender face, blew softly in the breeze as she came back up nodding and smileing at the loud calls and applause.
Bowing once more and waving simply before turning and placing her lyre back into its case, and whiping away the tears that had come to her own eyes. That song always brought tears to her lovely eyes. Hearing the small giggles of childern she turned and knelt down to laugh and smile with the two young girls, who had been kind enough to bring her a flower in thanks for her performance. Her face, when smiling, lit up the market place where her make shift stage had been placed, like a second sun.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 11:47 am
Long strands of azure hair unfurled as warm wind blew past the entrance of the city. A small traveling bag dropped to the ground from exhaustion, and relief was now replaced by astonishment in the girl’s clear blue eyes. A brilliant smile took form from her small lips. She was finally somewhere, and what a difference it made from her home. Her body had been worn out by the aimlessly wandering, yet her mind was delighted by the thrill of discovery; a whole new day to learn something new.
Her feelings suddenly changed to longing when memories filled her head and weakened her soul. Deep in a trance she watched the past of those carefree days, of childhood reminisces and peaceful times … But it had been mostly her choice to leave everything for the betterment of her skills. When doubt started to cross the minds of the elders, the only alternative was to prove her worth; thus the reason of her arrival at this strange place.
Gathering her strength and spirit, she was now ready even if Dranoa were against her; determined to complete her mission of mastering the arts of healing. True to her conviction, she ventured to ask the name of the city: Camir. Avoiding the incredulous and penetrating stares most of the people showed, she continued walking. She knew she stood out, with her different clothing and appearance; something she would have to get used to for the while. Surely she was bound to have a little luck in this odd place.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 4:24 pm
Pale eyes flashed open before once again sliding shut, the young woman resting heavily against one of the many trees scattered throughout the area. Arms covered with a soft jacket pushed off of the wood forcing her into a standing position. Equally pale hair slipped over her shoulders as she once again began moving. The sooner she found what she was looking for the sooner she could get back to living her own life.
She stared straight ahead, gaze piercing, and blinking as little as possible. She’d learned the longer she closed her eyes the more likely the images were to appear. A deep sigh accompanied the soft sounds of her moving feet. Most of the time the scenes would appear in no specific pattern, though she was beginning to make some sense of them. The main thing she knew to be a constant was the main player of the dream, the tan skinned man with the golden hair.
As soon as she realized that the images would more than mere dreams she had begun her search for the man in hopes that she could find some way to make them stop. That was all she wanted. She didn’t need to know what the visions met, and while she had wondered why it was her, she didn’t really care too terribly much to find out. She just wanted to go back to her normal life.
She paused a moment to wipe off the twigs that had situated themselves onto her red, velvet pants. Whatever had possessed her to buy these pants in the first place she had no idea, but promised herself she would be getting much more suitable pants once she reached her next destination. She had of course started off at her home island, traveling to the Central plains of Asbara, then through the Drennic mountains (that was an experience all on its own) and she was now heading towards Cam.
Booted feet once again began moving as Ruysomvynt continued to let her thoughts wander on a path almost as aimless as the one she walked now. No matter what she would find him and get him to make these visions, or whatever they were, stop. One pale hand reached across her chest and gripped her own right arm rather tightly. Not to mention get rid of the damn mark that appeared on her arm once the dreams began.
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